Heart of Courage

[Alley]

Léa opened her eyes and looked around her. She found herself lying down on a comfy bed inside what seemed to be luxurious crew quarters. Upon examinating the room, she felt something strange echoing in her ears, an annoying low-pitched constant humming coming from far. As she looked at the cupboard, desk, bed and various furniture and small objects filling the room, she looked at the large window at the back of the bed. She saw space, a space made of unknown star patterns to her. She thought she was likely aboard the ship of those that betrayed her, but if it was true, why would she be in a such luxurious room and not a cell ?

"Okay Léa... just... stay cool... let's kill everything and get out... Bon sang, dans quoi je me suis mise encore !"

Now is usually the time where you needed your brains to work at 200% and attempt to find any idea that could help you to save your life. She noticed an assortment of writing tools on the desk. Gums, pens, pencils... There was nothing of exploitable to turn into a weapon. She observed the small and sharp steel trashcan on the floor next to the desk, wondering what she should do.

But all of a suddent, the idea emerged. Léa seized the trashcan, blocking it between her legs and took a pencil that was on the desk and started to carve it into a small but very sharp close combat weapon that could go through skin, using the sharp edge of the trashcan. She repeated the process with the two other pencils that were on the desk, then put back the trashcan in place.

She looked at her new improvised weapons as she went next to the door, prepared to ambush the one that would dare coming in.

"Now now where are you, my preys..."

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Alley was right.